The night creeps through my bones with a winter’s chill
Sending shivers down my spine, like cold hands across my skin
Five months have past and taken with them every sense of warmth
Until my blood ran cold and life stood still
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights I’ve stood with my heart in hand
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights
Waiting for silence to break me down again
If only you could see it in my eyes, how much it means
Your touch, your smile, to a heart that’s beat has long since given out and given in
The night opens wide, swallowing every sense
Embracing me with emptiness
The hours have become irritations and I find myself reduced to life’s imitation
How can we truly say we are alive when everything I see in me is screaming otherwise?
It’s screaming otherwise
‘Cause five months have past and taken with them every sense of warmth
Until my blood ran cold and life stood still
The hours have become irritations and I find myself reduced to life’s imitation